Excerpt from Put Yourself in His Place, Vol. 2
Next morning Mrs. Little gave her son the benefit of her night"s reflections.
"Yon must let me have some money - all you can spare from your business; and whilst I am doing something with it for you, you must go to London, and do exactly what I tell you to do."
"Exactly? Then please write it down."
"A very good plan. Can you go by the express this morning?"
"Why, yes, I could; only then I must run down to the works this minute, and speak to the foreman."
"Well, dear, when you come back, your instructions shall be written, and your bag packed."
"I say, mother, you are going into it in earnest. All the better for me."
At twelve he started for London, with a beautiful set of carving-tools in his bag, and his mother"s instructions in his pocket: those instructions sent him to a fashionable tailor that very afternoon. With some difficulty he prevailed on this worthy to make him a dress-suit in twenty-four hours. Next day he introduced himself to the London trade, showed his carving-tools, and, after a hard days work, he succeeded in obtaining several orders.
Then he bought some white ties, and gloves and an opera hat, and had his hair cut in Bond Street.
At seven he got his clothes at the tailor"s and at eight he was in the stalls of the opera.
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